Vagabond Soul

The Path

You've faced death like this before
sadness locked into disgrace
he knocks you to the floor
visions obscure and suppurate

vulgar triteness clocks the feeling
transmits sickness Benton repeating
your ransomed soul plundered and
reeling
down

the servant's shallow path
false protections sorrow strong
repulsed amends just make him laugh
a victim's future opines you to belong
oh you best leave

before his reign starts to shape you
and forever cages up the pain
I hope you quest before he wastes you
and you end up

just the same
just the same
just the same

the path